This is Real Ghost Stories Online.

Many of us hear stories about our ancestors, whether it be parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, uncles, aunts, great-ants, whatever.

A lot of us have those stories.

And a lot of times it's, you know, it is what it is.

Sometimes, depending on the part of the world you're from, it's, you know, so-and-so fought in this war,

so-and-so, you know, did this or that, or immigrated here this way or that way.

Sometimes, though, in parts of the world, it's, oh, grandma was a witch, but one that practiced

black magic, not necessarily, you know, your good type of of which but one that was

heavily involved in things that were were fairly dark and sometimes when people are involved in

things that are kind of dark and those are used to their advantage sometimes the lingering

effects of those choices that were made by those individuals.

Lingers.

Lingers far beyond them being alive.

Lingers into the next generation, possibly even the next.

What do you do when you're part of that next generation that really had nothing to do with anything that grandma was doing?

But yet you can feel and see the effects of it every single day.

That's a question one woman asks in our next story.

Take a listen.

You know, The year, if I'm not mistaken, was 1984.

I know because I was getting ready to start kindergarten.

I lived in a town called Carolina in Puerto Rico, about 30 minutes away from San Juan, the capital.

The house we lived in was shared between my aunt, Mercedes, and my mom.

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